Necromancers are frantically stationing troops in the apocalypse.

Golden Sail Tavern.

The bard Saban stood on the wooden platform, telling the latest serial story in a vivid manner.

The seats below were full of drinkers, and even the busy bartender stood aside, not serving the guests, but listening to the stories.

Saban continued, "So, I took out my pocket watch and handed it to Wu Heng, with a hint of teasing in my tone: Look, don't you always say that you can identify the characteristics of the user of any item that leaves a mark? This is my new watch, see if you can find out the personality and habits of the original owner."

"Let me tell you here that a pocket watch is a timekeeping tool that can determine time more accurately. Here is a picture, and it roughly looks like this."

Saban said as he had someone draw a rough shape on a wooden board based on the pattern on the newspaper.

Everyone nodded.

The story continues.

"Wu Heng took it, looked at the dial first, then opened the cover, looked at the parts inside, and took out a magnifying glass to observe for a while."

"..."

"Looking at his depressed and busy appearance, I felt a sense of pleasure after revenge, and concluded that he couldn't see anything."

"'Although there are few traces left, I still observed something.' Wu Heng squinted his eyes and leaned back on the recliner and said, 'This watch belongs to your brother, and it was left by your father... I concluded that it was a relic of the previous generation. Most precious things are passed down to the eldest son, so it should belong to your brother."

"I was a little surprised, but I nodded and said, 'yes'."

"Your brother had a bohemian character...He loved drinking, lived in poverty, and eventually died of alcoholism."

"I suddenly jumped up and yelled: Wu Heng, you are meaningless now. You have already investigated my brother, and then you use this method to tease me."

"Wu Heng said calmly, 'I only speculated based on observation. I haven't investigated you. This is not polite.'"

"I couldn't help but ask, 'Then tell me, how did you come up with that?'"

"Look, there are a lot of scratches on this watch, which means he often puts coins or keys together with it. He doesn't care about a pocket watch of considerable value, which shows that he is not too unruly."

"There are still traces of the numbers recorded when he redeemed himself, which shows that he often got into trouble. Wu Heng analyzed."

"I nodded involuntarily."

"Wu Heng went on to say, look at this back cover for winding the watch, there are thousands of marks around the hole. ... By the way, there is no drunkard's watch without similar marks."

"'I'm sorry, you're absolutely right.' I was surprised at how accurate his reasoning was and how sincere his apology was."

……

"Why did you mess with him?" Someone slammed the table, "You knew the island owner could see through it, but you still offered it to him."

"You can't say that. I don't believe it either. I want to test it out."

"It's quite scary to think about it. If there is such a person around you, he can tell you who you sleep with at night."

"I feel he is more suitable for the profession of prophet."

"No, no, the Prophet's combat power is not high. No matter how smart a brain is, it will be useless without combat power. Necromancer is also suitable for him."

"Don't talk, don't talk! Just keep listening." One person stood up and helped maintain order.

……

Saban continued speaking.

The landlady sent a business card, it was a lady called 'Merry Morstan'.

Wu Heng and Watson met with the lady.

Mary also began to talk about the difficulties she faced. She received a rare pearl sent anonymously on the same day every year, and this has been going on for six years.

Her father disappeared mysteriously ten years ago.

Today, the person who sent the pearls asked to meet Mary.

For a moment, Meili was at a loss and came to ask Wu Heng for help.

"Mr. Wu Heng, what do you think I should do?" Meili asked with a worried look on her face.

"Go, we must go! Wu Heng answered seriously."

"'Okay, I'll come back at six in the evening.' Miss Meili smiled quietly and said goodbye."

"Wu Heng, who had just seen off the guests and was a little listless in the morning, whistled happily as he went out, like a lion waking up from sleep."

……

Speaking of it.

Saban paused.

The people in the audience also had a bad feeling.

"The rest of the story will be serialized in the next issue..."

The drinkers reacted immediately.

"Fuck, it ends like this again."

"It's so painful to tell only half of the story."

"Last time, we investigated the death of a person. This time, we investigate who sent the pearls? Is this worth writing a story about?"

"If anyone knows who the ghostwriter is, I'll break his hand."

"Is this just the beginning, and will more people die later?"

……

Association, Deacon's Study.

Xilagui pushed the door open and walked in, wiped the sweat off her forehead, and lowered the temperature of the air conditioner by two degrees.

A commodity exhibition was held on the island, attended by representatives of some business groups and royal dignitaries from various places.

They also gathered on the island.

The island is bustling now, and all the pubs and hotels are full of people.

But public security has become busy, and even now, as a deacon, she sometimes has to go out on patrol.

The workload is more than doubled than before.

"I see a new newspaper has been issued!" Xilagui took off her armor and put it into the space ring.

Shi Yali raised the newspaper in her hand and said, "I bought it at the City Hall. I couldn't get it from the newspaper vendor at the intersection."

Xi Lagui poured herself a glass of water and said, "Next time, tell Wu Heng to put some newspapers in the association as a site so that we can read them conveniently."

"Good idea." Shi Yali's eyes lit up.

Xilagui sat down beside her and took the newspaper handed to her. "Is it a new story?"

"The new story is a little different from what we told last time," said Shi Yali.

"What's different? The story?" Xilagui first looked at the information from various places posted above.

The intelligence network of Treasure Island was gradually built up.

Caravans traveling to and from various places would send some information from various places here.

We will select and release some information that can be confirmed and has little negative impact.

As a deacon, Xi Lagui also has to obtain some information through newspapers.

Shi Yali walked aside, brewed a cup of tea, and brought it to Xi Lagui. "Last time, Wu Heng said it was a story about a royal scandal. Now it doesn't seem like it."

"It's just the beginning, how can it be that fast!" Xi Lagui said, and then added, "Maybe he was afraid that you would participate in some gambling game again, so he deliberately said it."

Shi Yali raised her brows and said, "I'm not going. Don't keep talking about it, as if I'm a gambler."

Xilagui stopped talking and began to read the following story.

Wait until you finish reading it carefully.

Then he put the newspaper aside and said, "The writing style is the same as the previous story, and the location of the breaks is also the same, which makes people feel uncomfortable."

"Have you seen Mary in the story? Will there be another one following us?" Shi Yali raised her eyebrows and asked suddenly.

Xi Lagui was stunned, "What do you mean?"

"Kavina, Beni, and those little maids, which one of them didn't follow us?" Shi Yali said seriously, "Sister, I'm a little worried about you."

Xi Lagui's heart moved.

Looking at the other person's smiling eyes, his face turned serious, "Work, title."

"Deacon Xilagui, if you don't fight for it, there will be more and more women around him." Shi Yali said.

"I see you like him very much too." Xilagui asked back.

"Let's stop fighting, sisters!"